Novel & Cerita Object Lovers

Lilo softened her gaze as Killian pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Lilo. You're my mate." he murmured. Reed's eyes widened. He was not the only one with a werewolf as a mate. "I know." she forced a laugh as she returned his hug with whatever strength she got left. "I love you, Killian."

Once we're done eating Bella's delicious pancakes she simply crawls onto my lap and we spend the next half hour kissing, then making sweet love right there on the new garden chair without bothering to undress fully. I lose myself in the sweet caresses and passionate kisses, needy for her – her taste, her scent, the warmth of her skin – rather than my own satisfaction. It doesn't feel like make-up sex, more as if she's comforting me further, knowing exactly what I need right now. I love her, and she clearly loves me, but somehow this leaves me sad rather than happy. Not that she loves me, of course, but the fact that I should be more worthy of that love while I'm so obviously not.

“Looking at all of you here warms my heart. We have a complicated relationship between all of us, so I will not make it more complicated. Sylvia, although you took it upon yourself to seduce Tabitha, she was a willing party. Then it was Sara, and I see in both of your eyes that you two truly love each other. I will not get in the way.” “Blake, we…” Sara interrupted. “Sara, wait, I’m not through. I see you two genuinely love each other, and I will not get in the way, but if you five will have me as your lover, not for contracts, not for my wealth, not for my powers, but for me, Blake Elon, as I am, I will love you all till the universe disappears and beyond.” All the women looked at each othe

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

A warm love that wasn't disgusting. THE END

a new thing trends among young couples Lily Parker, intrigued by the fad, took her son Alexander to a ceramic workshop to create a porcelain plaque with their handprints. Unbeknownst to her, Julian Sterling also had a similar plaque made, but with a twist. He had secretly added his handprint to theirs, completing the family set with prints of father, mother, and son. Despite his pride in this symbolic gesture, Lily, with their one-year-old son, still hadn't accepted him. Julian found himself troubled by the challenges of this love battle.

I answered with a leveled voice. His gaze stropped on my fingers which were tugging on my ears and he sighed. “You suck at lying, you know.” I shook my head, my fingers dropping from my ears. “How are the arrangements for Love unscripted going?” I asked, opting for a change in the topic. “Fine,” he answered. “The filming was shifted to this week because there was a sudden change in the location.” “Okay, I don't have any important schedule this week, do I?”

“Doesn’t anyone else think they’re perfect for each other? Just look at their backgrounds—they went to the same schools from elementary to university, their career paths align so well, and even their looks are compatible. Anyone who knows them, speak up!” Once someone started the conversation, it snowballed into a flood of posts. Users began crafting an elaborate love story for Lena and Alaric: two heirs from similar family empires, forced to compete against each other, only to find love after one family’s downfall. The tale was so detailed it almost seemed real. Holding her phone, Lena opened the trending page and marched straight into Alaric’s office. “Is this the ‘not-too-outrageous’ topi

Like a child had asked if the moon was made of cheese. Louis's chest cracked open. Lorenzo set the glass down and crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist, his thumbs tracing circles through the silk. "The shirt looks good on you." "Lorenzo. I asked you a question." Lorenzo's smile faded. His face was close now, too close, his breath warm against Louis's lips. "I do not love you." His voice was soft, almost tender. "Not the way you mean. You are not my lover, Louis. You are my favorite. My favorite thing. Like a bird that sings only for me. Like a poem I read over and over until the pages wear thin.”